Bits and pieces

by Bonnie Pockley

Call me crazy but I’ve always found comfort in having a head cold. It reminds me of days off school, lying in white sheets and stolen time. It’s the sense of being excused. Being free. Being on your own terms. It’s the all-of-a-sudden nowhere to be and no-one to please. So, in between work and childcare and everything else, we three – the twins and me – abandoned the housework and the house rules and danced to The Middle East on repeat.

Also this week: Inca finally gets her 1 year old molars (she’s almost 3 and still teething), Pax injures his hand badly, we prepare for Hame’s birthday, a very special wedding invite arrives, the figs finally start to ripen after a harsh season, we’re addicted to True Detective and I declare that I hate hashtags on social media.